They say it could not
Ever happen again
But 500 black clad
Men in frame
Faces covered
Arms are stretched
Across hearts to beat
In hatreds chest.
No go area
None shall pass
IntimIdation
Yes alas
It takes me back
To Germanys curse
Where to shop
Before it got worse.
Fascism rises
In slow degree
Then its too late
To be free
Politics of hate
Rhetoric charms
Its foot soldiers
Stood in line.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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